Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 333: He’s Not Real

"Arthur clings desperately to his hold on power among the Blacks, and that young man is clearly enchanted by her beauty. You’ve witnessed how our son has changed since first seeing her. A woman—a gorgeous one, particularly like her—can twist a man around her fingers like mere threads. The lad might not be feeble, but he surely won’t reject the embrace of such a temptress."

Micheal offered his analysis with steady calm.

Adrienne shifted her gaze to her son, who brooded darkly at his table.

"He’s already forgotten his true purpose." She shot a fierce glare at her son while Ivy danced with another on the floor.

"From my judgment, Selyne is just pretending. No woman who carries herself and speaks with such raw allure would commit to a single man—especially one who was once tied to Arthur’s deceased daughter. Yet Selyne craves power fiercely, and if enduring that youth secures it for her, she’ll do so. Her words reveal an obsession with dominance; she won’t linger with any man destined to wane in this emerging era," she continued, eyeing the pair closely.

Micheal let out a slow breath. "The fellow you mention has overcome countless challenges repeatedly. It’d be foolish to underrate him, though I share your skepticism about Selyne’s true affections."

His eyes narrowed sharply.

"Even if she holds some fondness for him, it can’t run that profound. A rift will form in time. We merely need to accelerate it and grasp the moment," Micheal declared, his gaze sharp with cunning.

Godfrey couldn’t keep dancing as the rhythm grew too fierce; he risked humiliation. After stepping off the floor, he and Isolde joined a group of eager Pendragon elites keen to converse.

At last, they encountered Gwen. Her gaze burned like a dragon’s fire, mirroring Isolde’s own.

She folded one arm beneath her chest while clutching a nearly empty wine glass in the other.

"I wish to talk with you." Gwen flicked her eyes beyond Godfrey, fixing them on Isolde.

"I trust that doesn’t trouble you." She flashed Godfrey a brief smile. "Certain matters are meant solely for the leader’s hearing."

Godfrey grinned back. "Naturally." He brushed past her with a quiet chuckle. She wielded authority boldly, unafraid to display it.

He felt no resentment. Isolde shared that very trait, after all.

Isolde, however, bristled with irritation as she trailed Gwen to the mezzanine, where they positioned themselves near the railing, overlooking the vast hall below.

On one side, guests swirled in dances; others mingled over beverages and delicate bites. Such Pendragon assemblies happened only upon a new head’s ascension—and those spanned decades.

"Still watching him, are you?" Gwen’s tone snapped Isolde back, her gaze lingering on her husband.

"You truly fancy that youth." Her words came light at first, then her expression hardened gravely. "You claim the title of dragons’ mother—do you grasp what that demands? For a mortal to claim supremacy over the pinnacle dragon race, entities brimming with vast potential?"

Isolde met her stare, her eyes narrowing faintly.

"Have you heard of Chosen Ones and Favoured Ones?" Gwen inquired abruptly.

Isolde shook her head, though Godfrey had shared the Alchemist’s words. She knew her role as a Chosen One.

"Chosen Ones bear sacred missions thrust upon them. Often impossible quests that doom them to failure. You’re among them—a human tasked to guide dragons. Greater dragons will emerge, mighty with extraordinary powers. Your realm will face endless trials until you rise mighty enough to conquer them or perish like those before you. I doubt any can rule dragonkind supreme and endure long."

Gwen held Isolde’s gaze firmly.

"It’s a throne many desire."

"Harsh truth or not, that’s the reality. Favoured Ones differ vastly. They receive divine favor, blessings, and privileges unbound by duties or weights. In higher realms, they’re the survivors."

’That matches Cain and Adam perfectly. So she claims Godfrey and I will be devoured by our own strength, while Cain ascends as the truly exceptional one?!’ Isolde gripped the railing tighter.

"Why share this with me?" Isolde demanded.

"Because you and your beloved rank as Earth’s Chosen Ones. Your innate edges surpass others, yet destiny chains you. Yours likely concludes in demise—by enemy blades or your power’s backlash," Gwen answered.

The Alchemist’s image surged in Isolde’s thoughts. Betrayed by their order, they crumbled. Pathan’s chosen, burdened to steer their world toward the mana tree’s riddle.

"Such grim tidings on my inaugural night as family head." Isolde stared into Gwen's eyes. Why reveal this to her, why deliver such a harbinger of despair without even trying to lift her spirits?

"I possess a solution. I revealed all this to highlight the dire circumstances. You're merely one among countless experiments of the mana tree, distinguished only by being its newest. To dodge that destiny, overhaul your mana system from what the mana tree granted you. I discarded Earth's summoning system myself, merged my soul to regain completeness, and transformed into a dragon. No longer chained to Earth's tier limits, much like the Favoured."

Gwen smiled.

"To achieve the same freedom, forsake your role as mother of dragons, claim a dragon heart, and evolve into a true dragon. No cage will hold you, not even the mana tree's. You could employ polymorph for a human shape too, just as I do if you wish."

Isolde's brow furrowed. "You're suggesting I weaken myself?"

"I urge you to liberate yourself from your power's heavy chains before it's too late," Gwen responded.

Silence hung for a beat before Isolde smiled. "I'll consider it." Deep down, she dismissed the proposal outright. The dream of breaking free from the mana tree was pure fantasy. Even dragons couldn't flee it, since every living thing relied on it, like it or not.

"That's a refusal then." Gwen let out a chuckle, edged nearer, her eyes sparkling. "One final revelation. See that fellow..." She gestured toward the hall.

Isolde traced her line of sight and spotted Godfrey conversing with Ivy and several Pendragons.

"He isn't genuine."

Gwen's statement ignited fury in Isolde.

"Cain's the same. Our reality is built on illusions. I'll linger here awhile." Gwen spun around and departed.

Isolde shifted her gaze away from Gwen toward her companion.

Godfrey wasn't real?

What did that even imply?

'She's clearly messing with my mind. Her words hold scant logic.'